The Chinese believe there is a god of everything
A god of the sun, the moon, the wind and rain
It’s hard to imagine and it may sound absurd
But there’s even a patron saint of bean curd
CHORUS
Guan Di is his name
Guan Di is his name
Guan Yu, Guan Me, Guan Di
Guan Di is his name
In the mining town of Goldlick the year was eighteen-seventy
The Chinese came to work and rid themselves of poverty
Primitive conditions, long hours in the mines
Trying to get ahead, grown men work for dimes
Then one night it happened, disaster struck
A rumble from below, the Chinese were stuck
An old Chinaman prayed, for the loved ones he so cherished
Asking the saint of curd to protect the souls who perished
CHORUS
With flashing red eyes and a flowing white beard
Everyone knew he was a god to be feared
No living creature survived his wrath
Everyone knew not to ever cross his path
CHORUS x2
--From "My Name Is Bruce"
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0489235/
A god of the sun, the moon, the wind and rain
It’s hard to imagine and it may sound absurd
But there’s even a patron saint of bean curd
CHORUS
Guan Di is his name
Guan Di is his name
Guan Yu, Guan Me, Guan Di
Guan Di is his name
In the mining town of Goldlick the year was eighteen-seventy
The Chinese came to work and rid themselves of poverty
Primitive conditions, long hours in the mines
Trying to get ahead, grown men work for dimes
Then one night it happened, disaster struck
A rumble from below, the Chinese were stuck
An old Chinaman prayed, for the loved ones he so cherished
Asking the saint of curd to protect the souls who perished
CHORUS
With flashing red eyes and a flowing white beard
Everyone knew he was a god to be feared
No living creature survived his wrath
Everyone knew not to ever cross his path
CHORUS x2
--From "My Name Is Bruce"
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0489235/
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